. Tom piccolo. Ha chiesto a Tom se potevano riposare un po', come il camminare che la guastava. Da questo tempo, avevano raggiunto la fine del campo stoppie ed erano venuto toa cespuglio selvatico del briar, Dietro di che era un campo fresco arato pieno di solchi scintillanti.Tom ha messo Chrysomela su alcune foglie secche sotto il briar e offerto semi di noce di faggio e una bella bacca rossa, ma non era affamata e solo bevanktiry il succo di mora dalla sua bottiglia. Le sue mani erano calde, il suo piccolo forestore; tremava per tutto con freddo, mentre i suoi occhi brillavano di febbrile. Tom le ha stroked h
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. Little Tom . iged to ask Tom if they could rest a bit, as the walking wastiring her. By this time, they had reached the end of the stubble field and had come toa wild briar bush, behind which was a freshly ploughed field full of glistening furrows.Tom placed Chrysomela on a few dried leaves under the briar and offered herseeds of beech nut and a nice red berry, but she was not hungry and only drankthirstily the blackberry juice from his bottle. Her hands were hot, her little foreheadburning; she trembled all over with cold, while her eyes were shining with feversbrightness. Tom stroked her hair and soothed her by telling her how comfortable theywould be at Castle Easter Egg with the Godmother. He told her of the tree with thegolden nuts and sweet dates, and the precious little altar with the kings, shepherds, the Mother and the Baby; but Chrysomela no longer heard him. She leaned her headon his shoulder and closed her eyes. Tom realized that they would not be able to go any farther that day and 127. dreaded the night under the open sky. He covered Chrysomela with a briar leaf andseated himself beside her. In a little while, as he was very tired, he fell asleep. Suddenly, he awoke. Already, the darkness was stealing over the county, theevening wind was whistling through the wild briar and playing with the leaves.Tom wanted to protect Chrysomela. He put his arm around her waist and wrappeda rolled up beech leaf around her, but the strong wind caught it up and, whirling itwith many others, carried them through the air until they fell into a deep furrow. Here they were sheltered, at least, from the wind and, crawling out from theleaf, they looked around them, but everywhere they could only see black earth slip-pery and soft like high hills with nowhere any sign of human traces. They did notknow where they were, or whither the wind had carried them. All about them was only the dark night, while the cold of the evening piercedthem to the bone. Chrysomela pressed close to
